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Copyright, 1920 
By Robert M. Funkhouser 



SEP 29 1920 ©CI,A576652 



To 

Alice and Paul 



Index 



Page 

To Freedom . _ . . 7 

The Babe - - - - - 11 

The Heavenly Host ... 13 

Saint Joan - - - - - 16 

The Lusitania . _ _ - 18 

The Absent - - - - - 21 

The Storm . . . _ 22 

Pompeii - - - - - 27 

Sappho . . . _ . ^3 

The Sea of Gennesaret - - - 40 

With Eyes of Jade . . _ 45 

Spring - - - - - 48 

Love ----- 53 

War - - - - - 55 

Lije ----- 60 

The Promise - - - - - 65 

The Holy Land . - - - 67 

Sister - - - - - 69 

Izebel ----- 72 

The Great Adventure - - - 79 

The Soul . - . - 82 

Lover's Love - - - - 84 

The Seven Seals _ _ _ 86 

Memento - - - - - 93 

To Patriotism - - " 95 



To Freedom 



OUT on the air the trumpets blew, 
Out on the breeze the banners flew. 
Freedom's summons was loud and long: 
Everywhere was Freedom's song. 



The answer came with one accord 
As out the sheath leapt Freedom's sword. 
The flame of Freedom, Justice, Right 
Burst on the world with dazzling light. 



In Belgium where the flowers bloom. 
Lines upon lines of crosses loom, 
Of white and black with tinge of gray 
In solemn tones they seem to say: 



•7 — 



" We are but symbols that will fade 
As these mounds that are newly made 
In which the earthly bodies lie; 
But souls live on and never die. 



" We show that they who fought for right 
Against the Hunnish creed of might, 
Died not in vain in righteous strife, 
Nor man for nought gave up his life." 



The lilies of France now bud and wave, 
O'er the slopes and over the brave, 
No longer white but stained with red 
With blood of him in his fresh bed. 



— 8 — 



On Vimy Ridge the daisies grow 
Among the green on friend and foe: 
With drooping heads they slowly nod, 
And sorrowfully they pray to God. 



" Let not again such foul disgrace 
Seize wantonly the human race." 
Prayers mount like incense to the sky 
And wait a merciful reply. 



It came in time in voice quite clear, 
That all who would could plainly hear: 
" Ruin and hate no more shall feast, 
Like a rapacious filthy beast. 



In their weakness will safety feel 
Babes and old, not in vain appeal 
To chivalry of manly power. 
Helpless woman shall not cower. 



Nor greed nor gain rouse motives base. 
Rape and murder shall not debase 
Godlike casket and soul inside. 
In heart and mind Right shall abide. 



The frightfulness of war shall cease. 
The Beast shall never have release; 
But nations all shall make a league 
Of hope and peace, without intrigue." 



lo — 



The Babe 



OUR lovely babe with pudgy hands 
With winsome smile and air so pure, 
Alone she stands with childish wile 
And quite demure. 



Free from all guile she looks at you 
And understands that you are true, 
She has no fear what you may think 
She is quite sure. 



W»- 



Why links so close to one most dear 
With dimpled hands, you in her grasp 
By binding bands of faith and love 
So innocent? 



II 



Her little form sent from above 
You fondly clasp, as round your head 
She holds you fast with circling arms 
And so content. 



She has a dread that you will go, 

How strong her charms! she hugs and clings 

Until at last her hands she flings 

And nearly tumbles. 



This cunning mite, when her you show 
That you must run, she loves you so 
And has such fun, 
She loudly grumbles. 



— 12- 



The Heavenly Host 



ir^HERE are the boys who fought the fight? 
\Jy Where are the men who saw aright? 
Some have gone and some remain 
To tell the tale of wounds and pain. 



Some left brides to go o'er sea 
To fight and bear for you and me. 
Their breaths snuffed out like candle-light 
In their beauty and manly might. 



Some left babes as yet unborn 
And mothers wait in pain forlorn, 
Still sorrowing for those across, 
Uncomforted in their great loss. 



— 13- 



Oh, are they with the heavenly host 
Where at the Marne all was but lost? 
Who battling died for suffering France, 
With shot and shell, with sword and lance. 



Where clash of arms was heard on high, 
With cry of steeds, and ghosts hard by, 
Who turned the fight into retreat, 
Who forced the Hun to dire defeat. 



In many lands where soldiers fell 
Plain crosses white, the tale will tell. 
These white crosses, where lilies grow. 
Where modest daisies nod and blow. 



14 — 



Where poppies wave, and tinged with red, 
All the flowers over the dead 
Are wet with blood of him who died, 
And him who mute lies by his side. 



— 15- 



Saint Joan 



^^^HE maid of France was in the van 
^^ Of gallant sons; and man to man 
They fought the Hunnish hordes who ran 
With dread of death in shameful flight. 



They swiftly led with fear in face; 
They ever sped with quickening pace, 
And backward fled in a wild race 
To avoid the avenging Right. 



It saved the day, this sacred throng. 
It caused delay; the fear was strong. 
The winning line was from on high. 
Help, like the sign, was in the sky. 



— 16 — 



They try in vain to halt the rout. 
They waver, strain and turn about. 
Morale broken, all efforts fail, 
Right has spoken and shall prevail. 



At morn a band of butterflies 
Is seen to mount the azure skies; 
Through fleecy clouds they disappear. 
Faint music echoes from the rear. 



17 — 



The Lusitania 



^(^-JHE little tots with shining face, 

^^^ With dimples on their chins and cheeks! 

Some were fair and some were dark 

But all were of the human race. 

Where will one find them if one seeks? 

Had they all not the sacred spark? 

And is he in his usual place? 



Where are the tiny hands and feet, 
So chubby and so fat and plump 
And never at rest when awake, 
Which made her so clever, so sweet? 
Always busy and on the jump 
And seemed to act just for your sake? 
Old and young we shall some day meet. 



— i8 — 



The lovely eyes, so bright and clear 
That always danced when you came near 
May have been brown, may have been blue. 
Were sure to know if it were you. 



They had a language all their own. 
Was understood by them alone. 
And all with sweet coquettish air 
Some quite bare, some with hair. 



May have been curly, short and black. 
Or yellow and long down her back. 
Was the only child you 've confessed 
Any mortal ever possessed. 



19 — 



Where are the mothers of these young 
They nursed and cared and to them sung? 
All, all both young and old are dead. 
Sent by Hun to their watery bed! 



In its honor were medals struck 
To hail the crime of frightful luck? 
Were bells rung and banners displayed, 
For killing of innocents made? 



Can we indeed forget this crime 
Of sinking the ship, for all time? 
Had slayer mother, babe or wife 
To whom most precious was her life? 



— 20 — 



The Absent 



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soul cries out, " Is all in vain 
To shed the blood, to feel the pain. 
Is all mankind, near and far 
To profit in this world-wide war? " 



Where are the souls of those gone West? 
Where the spirits of those most blest? 
Who died for home when came the call, 
And for their country gave their all. 



The body's here, the spirit flown; 
The soul lives on; the grass is mown. 
With hoops of steel hold fast the truth 
For truth will set you free, forsooth! 



— 21 



The Storm 



D'ERHEAD the clouds are black. 
Trees sway to and fro. 
Trunks move fore and back 
And great commotion show. 



Hum of insects ceases 
As darkness fills the sky. 
Noise of leaves increases 
And upward high they fly. 



Beetles no longer glow 
They shut their lanterns tight. 
Safe in their nests they go, 
Quiet and free from light. 



22 — 



Air in the branches sighs, 
Chirps of the fowls decrease 
Ominous silence lies, 
All sounds of life surcease. 



In frenzy blows the wind, 
Eddies of dust it makes. 
Dumb creature seeks its kind. 
With fear and cold it quakes. 



Limbs crack furiously, 
Big boughs bend and bow. 
The dogs whine anxiously, 
The restless cattle low. 



23 



Waters in sea and lake, 
Whether of green or blue 
Homeric soundings make; 
In white caps each pursue. 



The grass wantonly waves 
On barren hill and dale 
To ghosts of empty graves, 
Unmindful of the gale. 



Crickets in tiny homes, 
On limb or leaf or mounds 
Known only to the gnomes. 
Conclude their joyous sounds. 



— 24 — 



Frogs in the marshes croak 
In suits of speckled green, 
With such fantastic cloak, 
Like splendor never seen. 



Birds quickly seek their nest, 
Their fluttering young to still 
Sit silent like the rest 
As the small mouths they fill. 



Four-footed beasts with pack 
Wearily walk the fields, 
Groaning with bulging sack 
With grain the country yields. 



— 25 



Before the coming storm, 
Droning an olden song, 
With a tired weary form. 
The farmer speeds along. 



Around confusion reigns. 
Loud peals of thunder roll; 
As lightning flash obtains. 
Awe fully fills the soul. 



Rain from above descends 
Amply on mother earth; 
Prayer thankfully ascends 
For its preserving worth. 



— 26 — 



Pompeii 



CRUETS of oil, jars of wine, 
Juices held in olden time 
Of olive and of luscious grape 
As though of different vine, 
May have come from any clime. 
All the jars had diverse shape 
They on shelves were ranged in line. 



Though the taps were not the same, 

Pipes led to the self-same jar. 

Modern tricks are never new. 

Practised was the olden game 

Skillful in peace and war. 

It was tried in every age; 

To cheat the public was the aim. 



— 27 — 



In ev'ry land near and far, 
Human nature runs quite true, 
Varying with changing stage. 
Frauds as now one's faith will mar. 
Numberless they are or few. 
Always are simple and sage. 
To rich, to poor there 's no bar. 



The narrow streets are silent, 
The villas quiet too; 
No revelry is present. 
And visitors are few. 



— 28- 



No couples on pleasure bent; 
Really just you and I. 
An air of sadness is lent, 
A feeling that makes one sigh. 



Hum of life is absent 
No one in ruins gay; 
For in twain the veil is rent 
Leaving gloom and dismay. 



There are so many secrets 
Here that we shall not know. 
How many are the regrets 
Of those suddenly laid low! 



29- 



Bare destruction ev'rywhere ! 
But great the pain, the grief. 
Misery they had to share; 
Death alone was their relief. 



Around about is decay. 
The lizard of green runs wild, 
Chases another in play. 
The air is balmy and mild. 



Plights of troth freely given, 
Lovers with passion kissed, 
Quickly to death were driven. 
No longer are they missed. 



.30 — 



Where are those who used to shout 
When they played the Roman game? 
Loudly stuck their fingers out. 
Mora is ever the same. 



Then as now the game they play, 
Was perhaps by Cicero, 
Both by man and child today; 
E'en perchance by Scipio. 



Almost yesterday the streets 
Filled up with laughing throng 
Were amused with funny feats. 
With merry dancing and with song. 



■31 



Hover they over the stones? 
They the great Majority, 
Are they ashes, are they bones? 
We are the Minority. 



■3i — 



Sappho 



OH Sappho! 
What memories arise 
At mention of thy name! 
What mysteries devise 
At echo of thy fame! 



Where is thy lovely mind ? 
Does it still live today 
With ardent love so blind 
In love's immortal way? 



In truth it is not dead. 
It will forever thrive 
As long as blood is red, 
As long as mortals strive. 



— 33 — 



1 



You are so far away! 
Or will you ne'er return? 
Will you forever stay? 
Shall true love ever burn? 



Forsooth where have you gone? 
On journey short or long? 
Not by yourself alone 
Chanting your Sapphic song! 



With true celestial fire 

That thrills through many a heart, 

Where is your liquid lyre 

In village or in mart? 



— 34 — 



No courtezan were you ! 
In violet crown alone, 
But plaintive, tender, true 
You fill a graceful throne. 



Scent of rose will abide 
Wherever you have lain. 
A secret I '11 confide. 
For you, wept tears ot pain. 



To see you once again 
In many lands I 've sought. 
I 've roamed the salty main, 
But all my search is naught. 



— 35 



So much I yearn for you 
Your passion to attain, 
I evermore pursue. 
Indeed! It is in vain. 



Your verse was ever sweet, 
Without your presence here 
This Hfe is incomplete! 
O would that you were near! 



I to Mytilene sailed. 
Alas! I found you not. 
The hopeless quest has failed, 
And I am much distraught. 



-36- 



To Lesbos I was driven. 
Your absence was too plain. 
The shining sun was hidden, 
Dark to many a swain. 



To Naukratis I flew. 
Alack! in hopes I went. 
Was sure I had a clew. 
On you my thoughts are bent. 



And then to many streams! 
Your eyes of violet blue 
Do haunt me in my dreams. 
Forever I shall sue. 



— 37 — 



Wherever I may roam, 
On river, sea or land 
I fail to find your home ! 
You beckon with your hand! 



I ever see your face 
And form so full of grace. 
Ne'er clasp you in my race! 
Where is your dwelling place? 



I dreamed I held you tight 
And would not let you go. 
A world in splendor bright 
Was my heart's burning glow. 



.38- 



Is this a fruitless quest? 
For mortal here below 
No peace, no hope, no rest 
Deathless, divine Sappho? 



39- 



The Sea of Gennesaret 



'HE sun no longer shines. 
How bleak the landscape looks! 
Onife there are no signs, 
But for the babbling brooks. 



The wind begins to blow. 
Confusion reigns supreme. 
The farmers cease to mow. 
The sea-gulls shrilly scream. 



Phoebus where are thy beams ? 
No radiance do you show. 
Rosy light faintly gleams 
Upon the earth below. 



— 40 — 



Phaeton drives his car 
On clouds' vapory back, 
With steeds high stepping far 
Across the heavens black. 



The waves aloft are dashed, 
All nature is convulsed, 
The world in anguish lashed, 
The good the bad repulsed. 



So simple and so vast, 
All nature is astray, 
In disorder all is cast, 
In man there is dismay. 



— 41 — 



There seems to be no guide 
In throes of the upheaval. 
The horizon 's cold and wide 
With signs of coming evil. 



Control is lost to Pan 
Disorder is complete. 
Surely the Master can 
Stay the waves at His feet. 



His will is absolute. 
Confidence reliant: 
Graciousness resolute; 
Chaos quite defiant. 



•42 — 



Spirits of air are staid, 
In their destruction bent. 
Spirits of deep allayed, 
Like oil on waters sent. 



Quiet with peace now reigns, 
The earth is filled with hope, 
Efforts to clean the stains 
Of nations, now must cope. 



A coming race is here; 
Shortly the natal day, 
When man will have no fear 
His meaning to convey. 



— 43 — 



The words to others spoken, 
Said by Talleyrand so keen, 
Were e'en just a token, 
Of what man did not mean. 



— 44- 



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With Eyes of Jade 



|[OME years ago I walked Broadway 
In the shimmer of changing light, 
I saw a handsome girl one day, 
Of graceful air, of pleasing sight. 



Wistful she was as one could see, 
With no thought of harm; ignorant 
Of ways of the world; gay was she, 
And of liberties tolerant. 



A flirting girl she soon became, 
And the blush on her cheeks will fade. 
Common will grow without much shame. 
Will quickly be an unchaste maid. 



— 45 — 



What were the steps she took to sin 
On the slippery downward path? 
What had she done, why should begin 
To bring on herself" the Furies' wrath? 



In time she was shabby in dress. 
To hide the lines she began to paint. 
One could see she was in distress. 
She lost all pride, had no restraint. 



Where the child of this charming girl? 
Was it blighted, poor human thing! 
And had she a cute little curl? 
Was mother plighted with a ring? 

*********** 



■46- 



On a marble slab in a dissecting room, 
A slender form was neatly laid, 
With striking features without bloom. 
Hair, Titian shade, eyes green as jade. 



How graceful, clean, her feminine mien ! 
How spare the form, which stemmed the storm 
Of disease and death. Where is the breath 
Of this sweet maid, the penalty paid? 



•47 — 



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Spring 



^^s^HEY strolled across the field one morn. 
V/J The dew was on the grass and corn. 
The sun came up but all too soon 
To take the place of fading moon. 



The birds sang out their morning tune 
And trilled their notes of prayerful boon. 
The lark with tuneful song on high, 
The thrush in hedge as they passed by, 



Saluted them with cheer this day 
The mocking-bird with roundelay, 
As free from care they went their way 
This lovely morn in gladsome May. 



-48- 



The birds in song and cadence vie, 
The swallows twitter in the sky, 
And singing swell their little throats 
As on the air the music floats. 



Red- vest robin sings all day 
And worms he searches for in play; 
Pulls and stretches to their dismay 
Trim and grim at his labors stay. 



His cousin blue bird sings his lay. 
He hops around and is quite gay; 
And flits in shining sun's bright ray, 
At times he rests in boughs of bay. 



— 49 — 



Hand in hand in the fields they stray, 
For many things they had to say, 
Along the river in the glade 
On leafy banks and in the shade. 



So many birds have notes of joy 
When out of tune our ears annoy. 
The jay bird proudly shrills his hymn 
In handsome plumage scorns black Jim. 



Who hunts his food and is alert 
With warning caw, with weather eye 
For coming harm, for cruel hurt 
Which he can plainly see on high. 



■50 — 



All the birds of earth and air 
In the springtime begin to pair. 
Land and fields have carpets green, 
Nature rejoices in their sheen. 



The nodding lily rears its head, 
The modest violet hugs its bed, 
Sweet-scented lilacs spread around, 
So other flowers in the ground. 



The bashful daisy its graceful neck. 
Bends in ben'son. All flowers beck 
As if to say on God's footstool 
" We bud and blow under His rule." 



51 



The lovely rose in beauty blows, 
In stately pose it bends and bows. 
In calm repose it sweetly grows. 
Where'er she goes, its fragrance flows. 



As the roses bloom in the spring 
Joy and love lie under their wing, 
Innocent pure the buds they bring. 
Lovely and sweet the scents they fling. 



— 52 — 




Love 




aLL human love prepares the way 
Here and hereafter for divine. 
Our sorrow and pain it may allay 
And help in time it to refine. 



What is more rare to know 
Than human love divine 
Which seldom mortals show, 
Save in impassioned line! 



The Master was quite human 
Miriam well He knew. 
The nature of a woman 
Is no mystery to you! 



53 — 



What is love can you say? 
Must you be with the one? 
Never tire when you stay: 
To do is never done; 



Ever with when away 
Just the loved one or none. 
No longer blithe and gay, 
If not sure you have won. 



The feeling is God sent 
And must not be abused. 
Only for a while is lent 
Beware how it is used. 



— 54 — 




3. 

War 



^¥^HAT is war? Is it glory? 
v£y To be told in story, 
Of shot and of lance, 
For beautiful France. 



Is it duty complete. 
Without booty. It 's meet 
For British on land, on sea 
To fight for liberty. 



Is it job to be done. 
And success to be won, 
By American Yanks, 
With extravagant thanks? 



— 55 



War 's made by nations three 
Both with man and with gun, 
Both in air and on sea 
To whip the cruel Hun. 



And waged with frightful tanks, 
By ev'ry secret plan, 
With endless serried ranks 
Designed by mighty man. 



There is lasting glory 
For every one to share. 
To be writ in story. 
To all there was despair. 



-S6- 



Enduring fame is won 
On the sea, on the land, 
When the job is well done 
By an united band. 



There are such frightful scenes 
In the rout of the foe; 
Was done by many means 
That are above, below. 



Our duty is not ended; 
We must steadfastly stand. 
Right shall be defended 
And must be in command. 



— 57 — 



Never again the mailed fist, 
For Justice e'er shall reign, 
Might always must desist, 
Firm Freedom shall we gain. 



When our flag js unfurled 
Oppression is fended, 
In this wide spacious world 
Lasting Peace is tended. 



OhlGlory, Duty, Job! 
There 's heard a soaring sob! 
Grim Death will surely rob 
Man of all and of life. 
In this dread deadly strife 
Of cruelty so rife. 



58- 



Right is and shall be Might, 
Indeed Might is not Right. 
Shall be no Hunnish screed 
And no spurious creed. 



— 59 — 



Lije 



j(^-nHERE was a darky black as spades, 
^^^ And he could neither read or write. 
He lived down South near the Everglades. 
His skin was black, his heart was white. 



Was always gwine to get a job 
Said perhaps he 'd get a quarter, 
Was never known to take a gob 
Before his doggie or daughter. 



This dog was bright and eager 
To do his master's will. 
Had defect as to figger 
But his orders would fulfill. 



60 — 



His pedigree was perfect, 
Was quite Americain; 
In the melting pot select, 
Was mongrel of ev'ry strain. 



The dog he loved, his name was Jocks, 
Was ever at his master's heel. 
Whose shoes were worn; he had no socks, 
The cold and damp he did not feel. 



He cared not for the daily knocks; 
He knew not where he 'd have a meal; 
Minded not the usual mocks, 
And thought they were the human deal. 



— 61 — 



His eyes were small and like a pig's 
Most hon'ry cuss you ever saw, 
But my! How he could dance the jigs, 
And loud and bass was his guffaw. 



For " low white trash " he had no use 
Had great respect for gentlemen born. 
Never answered, but took abuse 
With fatuous look, quite forlorn. 



He could shuffle and he could sing, 
Bending forward he would pat, 
And he could cut the pigeon wing 
As while around him others sat. 



•6a — 



His good humor at all times fine 
And his patience ever the same; 
His wish not above he's 'agwine 
He'd no desire tor earthly fame. 



There were two things he loved, he'd say 
His yellow dog and little girl. 
He disappeared from town in May. 
The street knew not his kinky curl. 



He returned to his haunts one day; 
Said to the clerk; " Boss, I'se got back," 
Who never knew he'd been away, 
Of patriotism, his seeming lack. 



63 



His grinning face ceased not to shine, 
His air was more preoccupied, 
As if for loved ones he would pine 
For one he loved had lately died. 



His little girl the Lord had taken 
And his yellow dog, an old friend, 
Now they would not be forsaken 
" I'se ready boss for you to send." 



-64- 



The Promise 



00 you recall the day 
I asked you with me stay? 
" If you promise not to die 
But longer live than I." 



Your eyes so blue and true 
Filled with tears of limpid dew. 
Was ever promise made 
Between a man and maid, 



So solemnly agreed ? 
I knew I would indeed 
The trusting one outlive, 
With all she had to give. 



-6s- 



What faith therein was shown! 
The love was ne'er outgrown. 
Was it so very brash? 
And was she really rash, 



A troth so long to make 
With many years at stake? 
Alas! What a contrast, 
The present and the past! 



— 66- 



The Holy Land 



QALESTINE holy will no longer weep 
For ancient glory. She will ever keep 
The sacred fire and will brightly burn 
With fervid ire, and all surrender spurn. 



Had never despair of final success. 

In city most fair with frightful distress 

In song and in story, Jerusalem, 

The blessed and the hoary, no requiem, 



But anthem is played for a joy intense; 
No longer dismayed! There is recompense. 
No more they frequent the white walls of wailing 
But all are fervent, each other hailing. 



-67- 



No sackcloth is worn, no ashes are cast 

On heads that are shorn for sins of the past; 

And no looks forlorn, no gnashing of teeth 

In the bright rosy morn, with fresh budding wreath, 



No vestments are torn by a weeping crowd, 
But broad smiles are borne and no one is bowed 
In shame; all content, since Allenby came; 
His name is " God sent " and great is his fame. 



— 68 — 




3. 

Sister 



^T^HERE has sister gone? 
\Xy Lovely as a flower 
She is not alone. 
In a shady bower, 



She has gone to play. 
But is ever near 
And not far away. 
Has no longer fear. 



This fair little maid, 
In her cunning chaps, 
Just from sight did fade 
With her other traps. 



-69- 



Often did she climb 
In her pants and shirt, 
Adroitly limb from limb. 
She did n't like a skirt. 



When she went to ride 
In her leather flaps, 
In them took a pride 
Examined all the straps. 



In the yellow gorse 
With her tie of red, 
Oft she rode her horse 
Which at times she fed. 



— 70- 



Much she liked the game. 
On her steed astride, 
Sammie was her name. 
She could nicely ride. 



She was ever gay 
On horse or in tree. 
For she used to say 
A boy she would be, 



If she had her way. 
Sometime her we '11 see. 
Charming winsome fay; 
For she is quite free. 



— 71 — 




3. 



Izebel 



XZEBEL! How forceful and great. 
How suggestive the name! 
Consort of proud, wilful monarch 
Impulsive, impetuous, handsome, tall, 
Son of powerful Omri. 

She ruled Samaria. 

How mighty her power! 
Every gift material 
That nature could shower. 
None lacking essential, 
Her traits most potential. 



Like a drawn sword ! 

Was willowy tall and subtle. 



■72 — 



Her step was musical, 

Her skin dark and smooth, 

Her dreamy eyes smouldered with passion 

Ahungry for loving devotion. 

And her charm! 

Her beauty entrancing 
More lovely than morn. 
Her lips made to kiss 
Curled too often in scorn. 
Her face was perfect 
So was her form. 



Clad in a short gown 
Accustomed to roam, 
In field and in town, 
But never alone. 



— 73 — 



Priestess she was and queen, 
Daughter of priest and king, 
As onward she passed 
Up sprang the flowers. 
Birds would with melody sing. 

In dance most gracefully glided 

Majestic, lithe, sinuous. Her motion 

Was cold and wraithlike 

Till with passion she pulsated. 

Vibrated in time with cymbal and harp, 

Most rhythmically moved. 

Roused to rapture, most rapidly whirled. 



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Alas! she won the enmity 

Of the prophet; rough, jealous 

Whose religion, she said 

Was not for women, 

At times from temples excluded. 



Lilies her beckoned, 
Time never reckoned. 
When she was present. 
In mind clear and keen. 
Was fervid and ardent! 
Like blossoms of lotus 
Of pomegranate 1 ween. 



The Phoenician of Zidon 
Was like sweet-scented myrtle, 
Decked with flowers, most lovable 
Robed in Tyrian purple. 



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Virile, masterful, she to attain 
All, the best, not always at once. 
But day by day she would fain. 



All earth was commotion 

When she was seen, 

The stars of night beat with emotion, 

To do her honor they twinkled. 

In her bright brilliant beauty 

No equal in bearing, 

Was true to her rearing. 

To the house of famous Dido. 



Radiant she was and comely 

Like the morning star. 

With shining splendor of the sun 

Subdued by the soft silvery light of the moon. 



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Loved she not her lord and master, 
Yearned she not with passion tender 
Could not her heart sense disaster, 
That ties of blood must engender? 



Mere sight of her, 
Made men fight for her. 
And sacrifice life for her. 
With their all. 



And her end 1 

Killed, thrown into the street 
Her and hers for the dogs to eat. 
Wiped out both branch and root 
Nothing left; all given to loot. 



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Nothing but hand and foot 
And the lifeless head 
So perfect, so expressive in life 
No longer distorted in strife. 
She is dead! 



And the dogs did eat 
The flesh of Izebel. 



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The Great Adventure 



^Y^HENE'ER we die, may we be clean 
vXy In form, in mind; and may our soul 
Mount upward, upward and be seen 
By all who love us, at the goal; 



Both meet; and help us not repine 
For all that has been done. 
Our actions aid us to refine. 
Everything we might have won. 



Another chance to win. 
For there are different lives 
Than this one that we now are in; 
And here and there man strives, 



— 79 — 



To do the Master's will 
Whatever it may be, 
And His vocation fill 
In lives we '11 surely see. 



Has life a failure been? 

Have strivings been for naught? 

Is any deadly sin 

In this fight that 's been fought? 



Sin is but ignorance, 
Truth only relative, 
Nor is there any chance; 
Evil is negative. 



— 80 — 



At last Right shall prevail, 
Nor for a moment doubt. 
When ignorance assail, 
Shall evil genii rout. 



— 81 — 




XN the grave is the brave! 
Just the form after storm I 
Let it lie. Let us sigh. 
Let the soul reach its goal. 



Is on high in the sky! 

Is not here! Never fear. 

Will come back. There is no lack 

This is so, here below. 



We must wait at the gate 
For the soul from its goal. 
On return we shall learn 
What 's its fate. May be late. 



— 82 — 



It is sure to return 

As a needle to pole. 

May take time, soiled with grime 

To be whole; it 's the toll! 



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HEY rested long 
Soothed by song. 



Away dull care 
They happy fare. 

Delightful day 
Harmless the play. 

The lovers gay 
In month of May. 

The lovers jest 
About love's quest. 

The love Is guessed 
At love's behest. 



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The lovers rest 

When love 's confessed. 

My love is true 
And are you too? 

Love is divine 
And you have mine. 

The lover's love 
Comes from above. 

The lovers trust, 
Each other must. 

True love's kiss 
Is earthly bliss. 



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The Seven Seals 



teVEN Spirits of God draw near 

' With seven shining stars. They '11 fear, 

Who do not listen to the charge, 
Given to all the world at large. 



Deeds have happened, again will be. 
When the dangers are not heeded; 
Read and you '11 know, look and you '11 see 
If the warnings are not needed. 



On high was heard and on the land 
Peals of thunder, chaos of noise, 
On a white charger, in whose hand 
Was a bow, rode a man of poise. 



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Plagues of all kinds filled his quiver 
And here and there shot he arrows 
Full of death, which made one shiver, 
As plentiful as the sparrows. 



In conquering he was cruel. 
Adorned with shining steel his steed; 
In his crown there was a jewel; 
In white was man of direful deed. 



The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed. 
There followed soon on a white horse 
One proud, pompous, bad, unabashed, 
Ruthless with lust of lawless force. 



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He tightly grasped his mighty sword 
And took from earth the blessed peace, 
And murdered as the highest lord 
And gave the noisome Beast release. 



His will supreme, his wish but one; 
To bring all nations to his feet. 
With every crime that was done 
To him the killing was most sweet. 



Famine and hunger was the name 
Of the third rider who was sly. 
.He was a cheat and had no shame, 
With specious argument and lie. 



He began to slay by measure. 
On a black horse he was astride. 
He killed at his own sweet pleasure; 
By horrid hunger victims died. 



On a pale horse with scythe in clutch 
Rode grinning Death with Hell behind; 
Killed with sword, hunger, death, with such 
Brutish beasts of barbarous kind. 



Only requiem; Death's wings hum 
The dying heard, no other hymn 
In gorgeous palace, dirty slum 
To face the cruel monster grim. 



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In robes of white they 're laid away. 
The souls soar upward in the sky. 
Until the final judgment day 
Still side by side the bodies lie. 



The fifth seal was now broken. 
Spirits of just men cried aloud, 
" How long shall be without token? " 
Then to each He gave a white shroud. 



" Must rest for a little season, 
Must wait in patience and obey. 
Must have faith that there is reason, 
To avenge your blood why delay." 



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Lo ! the sixth seal was opened back 
With howling wind, with great earthquake. 
The moon was red, the sun was black, 
The stars fell down on earth and lake. 



Kings scampered here and scurried there. 
And all the men both great and small, 
Out of His sight they hurried where 
To shun His wrath and find a pall. 



Seventh seal was cleft in silence, 
The seven trumpets made no blare, 
Golden censer full of incense, 
Gave prayers of saints to ambient air, 



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And to the throne of God were taken. 
After censer was void of fire, 
Angels, men and beasts were shaken 
By terrible celestial ire. 



Voices were heard above, below, 
One mighty earthquake shook the ground, 
With lightnings were the heavens aglow; 
Thunderings louder made the sound. 



In time was the Lamb triumphant. 
All wickedness at last restrained; 
The lion is never rampant 
And now no longer is enchained. 



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^^^HREE thousand miles away remain 
V^v In foreign fields our boys, who sleep. 
They won. On breast there is no stain. 
They are not dead; we must not weep. 



The frightful war, was it in vain? 
Oh! say not so. It 's just begun. 
In many lands, where heroes slain 
The torch burns on, the fight 's not done. 



In maintenance of Freedom's right 
Always remember those who died. 
And keep the brilliance burning bright 
In all the world and on this side. 



— 93 



Let not our thoughts be greed and gain, 
But let us spread the sacred fire, 
And ne'er forget the rape, the stain, 
That rouse our wrath and our just ire. 



Strive till the cause for which we fought 
Is firm and strong upon the earth. 
No slaves there '11 be, no lives be bought 
When all shall own true human worth. 



Freeman all in every clime. 
Bondage though loose the bonds disdain, 
Shall sing the anthem for all time, 
" Liberty and peace shall ever reign." 



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To Patriotism 



OHE greatest things, that man can do; 
To love his home, his country too. 
To do the first, he must the second; 
He by deeds is truly reckoned. 



An alien foe or a stanch Yank, 
He must be one, he can't be two, 
And in this land he must be frank. 
No specious lies, he must be true. 



One language in this lovely land 
Which all must speak, no foreign tongue 
Official be; one firm knit band, 
One land, one speech; one flag is hung. 



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And always upright must we stand 
When the Nation's song is sung. 
Must ever lend a helping hand 
To them who mount the higher rung. 



Our country first and last shall be. 
At home in bonds of peace we '11 live; 
We '11 stand for love and liberty, 
To all, the best we '11 freely give. 



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